Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling-Chapter 130: The Three Smiles

"Don’t eat it cold. You’ll get a stomachache."

Tang Xiaonan grabbed Adrian Hawthorne’s hand. ’In the book, Adrian had serious stomach problems and wasn’t in good health. It all stemmed from the hunger and cold he suffered as a child. If he’s careful now, there should still be time to fix it.’

Adrian Hawthorne didn’t care if it was hot or cold; as long as he could fill his stomach, that was enough. He had just grabbed a bun at random, not caring about the temperature. Once Tang Xiaonan reminded him, he switched it for a hot one.

Tang Xiaonan couldn’t finish a whole one; this bun was bigger than Felix Thorne’s fist. She broke off a small portion for herself and gave the rest to Adrian Hawthorne.

After eating two and a half meat buns, Adrian Hawthorne felt reinvigorated. Finding Tang Xiaonan’s pace too slow, he hoisted her onto his back and hurried toward the movie theater. He wanted to know how Jim Thorne’s sales were going. He also planned to ask at the theater about other Port Krol films. ’Stills from just *Painted Skin* definitely won’t be enough.’

’Your products have to be diverse to beat the competition.’ That’s what Grandpa Tate had said.

’I can’t be the only one selling movie stills in Vessaria. That newspaper article mentioned someone else selling postcards here. I have to find a way to get my hands on more stills.’

"Mr. Hawthorne, how much money did we make today?"

Perched on his back, Tang Xiaonan was eager to know their sales figures for the day. It felt like they had sold quite a few, and she had talked so much her mouth had gone dry.

"We’ll count it after we meet up with Jim."

Adrian Hawthorne moved quickly and arrived at the movie theater in no time, but he couldn’t see Jim Thorne or his bicycle.

"Where did Jim go?"

Tang Xiaonan was a little worried, afraid something had happened to Jim Thorne. ’He’s only eleven, after all. What if a kidnapper got him?’

"He probably went somewhere nearby. Let’s just wait here."

Adrian Hawthorne wasn’t worried at all. ’That little hellion Jim is always the one bullying others. He’d never be the one getting bullied, let alone get into any real trouble.’ He took Tang Xiaonan’s hand and walked over to the ticket window, where a middle-aged woman sat inside.

"How many tickets?"

"I don’t have time to watch today. I wanted to ask what movies are showing in the next few days."

The woman answered impatiently, "Go look for yourself. It’s all written out clear as day on the wall."

Seeing that Adrian hadn’t left, she snapped, "If you’re not buying a ticket, hurry up and move. Don’t block the window."

Tang Xiaonan pouted. ’Back then, all these people with state-sector jobs acted so high and mighty, with zero sense of customer service. In another ten years or so, when the movie theaters are all privatized, these people won’t be able to act so arrogant anymore.’

There was a preview on the theater’s promotional wall listing the films for the next half-month. They were mostly mainland films, but there was one Port Krol movie called *Three Smiles*, a musical comedy starring Cecilia Cole and Irving. It was set to premiere in three days, and the theater had already put up posters featuring stills of the male and female leads.

Just like with *Painted Skin*, the actress was beautiful, and the actor was handsome.

Adrian Hawthorne went and bought a couple pounds of cookies. Jim Thorne still hadn’t returned, so Adrian decided to take care of his errand first. He led Tang Xiaonan to the theater’s office. Two small children wouldn’t draw any attention, and they slipped inside with ease.

The office was deserted and quiet, without a soul in sight. After some searching, they finally found an elderly doorman. He had a kind face and looked approachable.

"Excuse me, sir, I’d like to ask you something..."

Adrian Hawthorne took out a meat bun and pressed it into the old man’s hand. The man had a sallow complexion, as if he hadn’t eaten meat in a long time. After receiving the bun, he became much more approachable and answered every question they asked.

"You want posters for *Three Smiles*? Those are hard to come by. We don’t even have enough to go around for our own staff. Tell you what, I’ll go see if I can get a couple for you."

The old man seemed happy to help. As a long-time employee, he still had some pull around the theater. Before long, he returned with two posters—they were the stills from *Three Smiles*.